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Sorry she's late, I'm in the air port at the moment making use of the internet facilities so I've only just managed to read everything through once. Sorry if this is a little shabby. Ragnhild Gudrun, daughter of Sigurd Gudrun. She was born after her father's death to a family of seven with her the only girl. She was brought up with her brothers, dressing as a boy and taking part in the fighting, killing and pillaging that they were part of too. She became a shieldmaiden, deciding to live as her brothers lived, as the warriors and defenders of their lands. As a woman, she's about 5'6 tall with long black hair that dreadlocks most of the time. Her body is battle scarred though not terribly, her right arm being the worst effected as she uses that more often for defense. Her eyes are an ambery gold colour like her dead father's which is why so many aquiesced when she grew up as she did. She's very stoic, often cold towards men as she does have a bit of an inferiority complex when she first meets them and hasn't sized them up. Fiercsome in battle, she's a skilled rider, though she's not so good at long range weaponry like archery. She's comfortable around her brothers and those like her brothers but never knows what to say to girls because she never really knew any other than her mother who was equally as hardened. She's the sort who always wants to prove herself. |